Sleep Diction

Cheese

Why ask me.
What do I know.
I know how to hadouken, with Ryu.
I know how to tell myself, "you can't."
I know how to bring myself down.
I don't even know what it means to lift up.
Pick up that box?
Ok.
Make a joke?
Ok.
Believe in yourself.
No.
I know not what you see.
I see.
Black.
A comfortable void, that I embrace.
With a straight face.
Only because I don't have anything else.
I never desire much, easy going some would describe, probably to someone who has not a care.
I forgot how to care.
Gargamel, but I love the color blue.
Black, green, and orange too.
The only time I actually extend my wings is when my mind is talking.
Shame the words lack a love emotion.
They probably would strip you naked and fling you out.
Oh the days of flinging paper planes.
The paper planes I make now will really take you away.
Funny, because at one time I said never.
But that word.
Can drown you.
It has arms and intentions.
I want to sleep.
Come close my eyes for me.
I would thank you for it.
But you could only view it through my eyes.
My mouth doesn't cooperate.
I'm usually to nervous to say hi.
Pathetic.
A word I use to describe my actions.
Actions.
That lack confidence.
But that was the fourteen thing I thought about simultaneously.
Every other three minutes.
Now.
Now you see, the tired that I speak.